"Skye Peak."
The words rung in my ear. Over and over; it wouldn't stop. I felt dizzy, confused, and mostly, scared for my life, until I heard Charlotte start to yell behind me.
"I VOLUNT--," she started at shout, but I turned around and slapped my hand over her mouth before she could continue.
"No," I sharply whispered at her. "No. Just don't."
"But Skye, you don't get it, I can't lose you too.."
I tried to keep a straight face as I wiped a lone tear that slipped down her cheek. "Charlotte, I have to go."
She shook her head furiously and hugged me tightly, refusing.
I knew peacekeepers were going to come if I didn't go on stage quick, so I signaled Nick to come get her out of there.
He wriggled through the crowd of astonished teens and lifted Charoltte up, her screaming cries of plead not to be taken away tearing me apart inside.
I ripped my eyes away from my friend carrying my crying sister and let out huge breath I didn't realize I was holding.
I walked slowly toward to stage, where Effie Trinket--I think that was her name--looked happier than ever in her crazy outfit. One foot in front of the other. One foot..in front of the other. Up the stage steps. Standing. Beside the crazily dressed woman. My sister. Crying in the crowd.
"And for the boys," I heard Effie say, and a moment later she called another name.
"Ryker Capps."
Everybody immidietly turned to look at a tall brunette boy who wasn't more than 17 years old. His eyes were wide as he was escorted by peacekeepers up to the stage.
He stood next to me, and only then did I look up. We stared at each other with frightened eyes, and we shook hands.
"Happy Hunger Games!," Effie beamed, her smile full of excitement. "And may the odds be ever in your favour."
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FanfictionIt was a bloodbath. Some girl was so freaked out that she stepped off the platform before the countdown reached zero. But when it did, all I saw was a mass of red on the white snow. All I heard was yelling and cries for help, though it would never c...
